Chapter 202 - 202 A Reunion with My Cousin Was the Worst (2)
202 A Reunion with My Cousin Was the Worst (2)
EP.202 A Reunion with My Cousin Was the Worst (2)
As soon as we met, I greeted her with a creampie.
Seeing the semen dripping between her legs, I was filled with an indescribable sense of depravity.
This is why I can’t hate the common sense-altered world.
“Ugh♥! Ugh♥!”
Twitch! Twitch!
Sure enough, after only ever dealing with unimpressive cocks,
she still hadn’t recovered from the aftereffects.
With a vacant look, she gazed up at the sky, then seemed to come to her senses and looked around.
“Are you back with us?”
“Huh? Where is this…?”
At least she recognized my face.
Amy’s eyes regained their focus, and she began to check her body as if something felt off.
At first, nothing seemed wrong, but when she looked between her legs,
her expression turned serious, as if something that shouldn’t have happened had happened.
“What’s wrong? Is something up?”
“N-no, Jinwoo, you don’t need to worry about it.”
Stories like this-if you brush them off, they always get out of hand later.
She was only trying to gloss it over because she didn’t want to trouble me.
But for someone like me, who’s overcome all sorts of chaos, this wouldn’t even be a problem.
To reassure her, I stroked Amy’s head and comforted her.
“Don’t worry, just tell me. We’re family.”
“Jinwoo…”
At my words, Amy looked up at me with teary eyes.
Finally, she seemed to trust me and confessed what she’d been hiding.
“The truth is, I’m an onahole.”
“Right.”
“But I have a master.”
Not a surprising revelation.
She’s an onahole, so it’s not strange for her to have a master.
Besides, most Japanese are masochists,
and they’d actually be happier if someone took their onahole away.
So why take it so seriously?
Sensing my doubt, Amy began to explain about her master.
“My master is currently the only Japanese man who can get an erection.”
“The only one who can get it up?”
A 100% atrophy rate.
I’d heard all Japanese men were impotent.
But the only Japanese man who can get hard?
No matter how I think about it, he must be a fellow candidate for the National Director.
Jeongsahwa seemed to think the same; when our eyes met, she nodded knowingly.
“Amy, can you tell me his name?”
“Sure. My master is Oda Seiichiro.”
I glanced at Jeongsahwa.
She nodded again, as if confirming my suspicion.
So my cousin’s master is none other than Japan’s National Director candidate.
My rival, it seems.
They say you meet your enemy on a single-log bridge.
I never imagined we’d get tangled up like this.
But wait a second.
I’d heard that guy was an extreme mother-con,
that he wouldn’t touch anyone but his own mother.
“Amy, are you really… Oda Seiichiro’s onahole?”
“Yeah. But master doesn’t use us, only his mother.”
Apparently, he owns other onaholes besides Amy,
but he’s so obsessed with his mother that he doesn’t touch the others at all.
So why is he collecting onaholes?
I can’t figure out Seiichiro’s intentions right now,
but at least I can reassure Amy, who’s anxious.
“It’s okay. You haven’t done anything wrong. If it comes to it, I can take care of it.”
“No, don’t! Master is a full member of the Erotic Administration Bureau! If you get involved, you’ll just…”
“Amy, can’t you see this?”
“Huh?”
I smugly showed her my membership card.
Her eyes widened in disbelief,
looking back and forth between my face and the card.
“You’re really a full member of the Erotic Administration Bureau? And you’re even a higher Silver rank than my master?”
“If you don’t want to be under that guy, come to me. I’ll fuck you as much as you want.”
“Jinwoo…”
Amy’s eyes sparkled with emotion at my words.
But now that I’ve said it, it’s a bit strange.
What kind of mindset is it to be moved by the promise of being raped?
It’s been almost a year, but sometimes it still feels awkward.
“Well, let’s start gathering as much information as we can.”
“I’m sorry, Jinwoo. If I get too involved, it’ll be unfair.”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t planning to rely on your help anyway.”
Jeongsahwa apologized, but honestly, I never expected much from the start.
If she could have given me all the info,
she would have told me before I even came to Japan.
The other side’s executives are probably in a similar situation.
That means the conditions are equal-or rather, I have the advantage.
“Alright, let’s get started.”
I took out a scroll, bit my thumb, and smeared blood on the open scroll.
Smoke exploded from the scroll,
and one by one, shadows began to appear.
“You called, Master?”
“Yeah. Sorry, but I need a favor.”
“Of course! For you, Master, I’ll gladly sacrifice myself!”
Numerous yokai appeared at my call.
Except for those who already knew about yokai,
Amy and Jeongsahwa were shocked,
staring in disbelief at the yokai surrounding them.
“From now on, watch the person I tell you about and gather information. And if possible, harass him as nastily as you can.”
“We’re perfect for that job. Understood. We’ll carry out your orders, Master. But in return…”
Shuten-douji trailed off, clearly wanting some compensation for this job.
I’m not a cruel master, so I can’t just ignore this.
“Alright. When this is over, we’ll have an orgy party.”
“Alright! Everyone, let’s do our best to help Master!”
“Ooooooh!”
Let’s see how long they can hold out.
The competition for the National Director’s seat has finally begun in earnest.
Just like the first step is the most important,
I’ll make sure to win this fight.
A certain house in Japan.
Outside, the sun blazed down, but
inside, the curtains made it as dark as night.
“Ohot! Ohot!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
In that darkness, ragged breaths could be heard.
A heavy mass of flesh rocked with every thrust,
sweat spraying everywhere as if after a shower.
Anyone who saw it would frown, regardless of their own will.
Oda Seiichiro, Japan’s National Director candidate, bounced on the bed.
Under him was none other than his mother, Oda Yuina.
“Mommy’s pussy! It feels so good I don’t want to pull out!”
“Yes, my son. You can use mommy’s pussy as much as you want.”
“Yeah. Mommy!”
Thrust thrust thrust!
Spurred on by Yuina’s encouragement, Seiichiro thrust even harder.
The bed creaked under his weight,
but Seiichiro didn’t care, focusing only on Yuina’s pussy.
“Mommy!!”
Viewut! Viewuut! Byurururut!
Seiichiro came, pressing down with his heavy body.
He finished with difficulty, squeezing out every drop, then collapsed limply on top of Yuina.
“Uu, mommy.”
“You worked hard today, my son. Want mommy to clean you up?”
“Mm. I just want to sleep like this.”
“Alright, if that’s what you want.”
Yuina, who must have felt his weight, still stroked her son affectionately.
As if she would love Seiichiro no matter what.
Seiichiro, snuggled against her breasts, soon fell asleep, his breathing steady.
Yuina slipped out from under him and stretched lightly.
“Mmm! Seiichiro’s healthy as always.”
She flipped Seiichiro’s 100+ kg body easily and looked at his cock, poking out between thick rolls of flesh.
It was only about 10 cm long.
But in Japan, there are plenty even smaller than this.
Just getting hard makes it the best cock in Japan.
“Better clean him up before he wakes.”
Mmmrrrmrrrm.
Yuina sucked on Seiichiro’s cock.
Because it was so small, it was quickly cleaned.
Seeing his clean cock, Yuina smiled brightly.
“Now, let’s make hamburg steak for Seiichiro.”
To maintain Seiichiro’s figure,
he needs more calories than others.
Seiichiro calls it a “premium body”?
Yuina didn’t understand, but she couldn’t refuse her son’s request.
Just like when Seiichiro told her to kill her husband.
“………….”
With every chop of the kitchen knife,
Yuina’s memories of that day came flooding back.
Her husband’s body writhing in pain after being stabbed.
His screams echoing in her ears.
Even now, the living room reeked of his rotting corpse,
but she left it there on Seiichiro’s orders.
She wanted to bury him in a sunny place right away,
but Seiichiro’s command made that impossible.
“Haha, I can’t. Seiichiro’s orders are absolute. That’s just common sense, right?”
Yuina smiled,
but tears fell from her big eyes onto the meat.
Like a broken doll,
she chopped meat endlessly, tears streaming down her face.
When the meat was finally minced and kneaded,
the cold, sticky feeling wrapped around her hands.
-Please save me! Ugh!
-I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!
-Uh! Uh! Uh…….
Her husband’s image flickered before her eyes.
Yuina panted heavily, then
stopped kneading and looked up at the ceiling.
She took a deep breath to calm her troubled heart,
then tried to continue cooking.
“Huh?”
Ding~. Ding~.
A clear bell sounded from somewhere.
She’d never heard it before, but for some reason, it made her feel at peace.
She knew she shouldn’t,
but she wanted to see where the sound was coming from.
Before she knew it, Yuina was heading outside,
even forgetting to put on shoes.
Where was she?
She needed to hurry and make hamburg steak for Seiichiro.
She knew in her head she shouldn’t,
but her feet wouldn’t stop.
“Where am I?”
She stopped in an unfamiliar place.
She must have walked here, so it had to be near her house,
but with the fog, she couldn’t tell where she was.
Still, she hurried, determined to get back to Seiichiro.
‘Something… something’s wrong.’
No matter how far she walked, the scenery didn’t change.
It was like she was walking in place, the surroundings always the same.
She shook her head in disbelief,
but no matter how much she denied it, she just kept going in circles.
“No… if this keeps up, Seiichiro…”
Yuina grew more anxious and hurried her steps.
Just then, a familiar silhouette appeared through the fog.
As it got closer, it became clear.
“Mommy, what are you doing here?”
“S-Seiichiro?”
Her son.
Seiichiro greeted her as if he’d finally found her.
Yuina was happy that her son had come for her,
but then she was overcome by an indescribable sense of wrongness and stopped in her tracks.
That was definitely Oda Seiichiro-
the plump body, the chubby face,
the voice calling out for her.
It had to be Seiichiro himself, but why did he feel like a stranger?
“Who are you?”
“Mommy, what are you talking about?”
“You look, sound, and feel exactly like Seiichiro. But my soul rejects you. Who are you?”
“……….”
The fake Seiichiro said nothing.
A sly smile appeared on his lips, and his appearance began to change.
“How did you know?”
“Who are you?”
It was a man she’d never seen before.
She searched her memory, but nothing came to mind.
Then she looked down and saw a cock far bigger than Seiichiro’s.
Was that a real cock?
After only ever dealing with her son’s 10 cm cock,
seeing a monster cock over 30 cm
her pussy began to get wet.
She wondered how good it would feel to have that inside her…
‘No! I have Seiichiro!’
“What are you thinking about?”
“Hngh!”
The man had approached right up to her face.
His cock was even more impressive up close.
She was mesmerized by its presence.
“Climax.”
“Ongoook♥!”
Snap! Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh!
He snapped his fingers, and her body convulsed in orgasm.
What was happening?
Before she could process it, he snapped his fingers again.
“Uhiit♥! Unhok♥!”
Sploosh! Sploosh!
She rolled on the ground, squirting.
The man kept snapping his fingers,
and every time, Yuina climaxed.
After more than ten orgasms,
she had no strength left to move.
The man came closer and thrust his cock at her.
‘No… if that cock goes in… I’ll never…’
“P-please stop… don’t…!”
Thrust! Sploosh! Sploosh!
Before she could protest, the monster cock was forced inside.
Yuina’s back arched as she squirted hard.
The pleasure shot up her spine and straight to her brain,
addicting her to the dopamine rush.
She’d never felt such brain-tingling pleasure before.
She forgot to resist, surrendering to her instincts.
“Onghok! Atheung! Ohoook!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
The rough thrusts made her moan like a female animal.
Her pussy, stretched by the monster cock, climaxed nonstop with every thrust.
Had she ever cum this much in a row?
Yuina wondered with her pleasure-addled brain.
“Ohot! Uhwiuk! Unhook!”
Thrust thrust thrust!
Soon, she forgot even that, crying out in pleasure.
She couldn’t resist this cock.
Her life was now divided into before and after knowing this cock.
With every thrust that pressed into her womb,
a new chapter was written in her mind.
Finally, as if to mark the grand finale, he sped up.
“Don’t let a single drop spill-take it all!”
“Yes! I’ll take it all!”
Viewwwwwwwwwut! Byurururut! Byurururut!
Without hesitation, he poured his semen into her womb.
She didn’t need to see it to know
just how thick the semen was-her womb could feel it.
Now, in her mind, even her dead husband and precious son Seiichiro vanished without a trace.
All she could think about was that cock.
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